windthread

SunnyRay.  Gideon's boy.   Saved out.   Kept.   Keeping now.  

  it's  September.   There is September in my mind and in  my internal biological sense of things,  my midwest of birth,  my Southwest of recent life sense of things.   But i am in northern California.  September is a Going,  a lingering.  a continuing.

i am trying to understand ways to give words to what i am experiencing here.  i drove into town yesterday, through the cut in the granite that made  a road,  down down into town,  all the human ness along it ,  the Town itself,  all human and on every side of that road,  PLANTs.   TREES,  bushes,  shrubs,  flowers, grasses   and i felt the roots of them,  underlying all of it.  Roots of plants.  The DOING of Plants,  under and through ,  under and through,  caring for all that comotion above